American Union. Tune- Rule Britannia.

WHEN Britain with despotic sway, Would at her feet our freedom lay, Would at her, &c. We rais'd the standard-to arms, to arms, we cry'd, Our patriots fought-they bled, they di'd. Independent Columbians, they would be, Resolv'd to perish, or be free.

Great WASHINGTON did then command; He led the bold heroic band, He led, &c. They fought and conquer'd-Columbia's Sons were free, Resolv'd on death or liberty. Independent Columbians, they would be, Resolv'd to perish, or be free,

When France her struggle first began For liberty, the rights of man, For liberty, &c. Glowing with ardor-with ardor in her cause, We scorn'd that kings should give her laws. Independent-may Gallia still be free, They fought at first for liberty.

But France, you now forget your friend, Our amity is at an end, Our amity, &c. You rob our commerce, insult us on our coast, Divide and conquer, is your boast. Know proud Frenchmen, united we will be, Resolv'd to perish or be free.

Shall we to France a tribute pay, Or at her feet our freedom lay, Or at, &c. Forbid it heav'n Columbian's freemen cry, We will be free or nobly die. Know proud Frenchmen, united we will be, Resolv'd on death or liberty.

United then with heart and hand, Our constitution firm shall stand, Our constitution, &c. Then raise the standard, let this your motto be, Our father's fought, and so will we. Hail Columbians, united we will be, Like them we'll conquer and be free.

On the Birth of GEORGE WASHINGTON. As in a grot reclin'd Columbia's genius pin'd, With grief oppress'd, She wept her fav'rite land, Wrung by oppression's hand, Too feeble to withstand The direful pest. Dejected droop'd her head- Thick gloom the scene o'erspread, Despotic night! 'Till pitying heav'n gave ear, To check the gushing tear, Bade WASHINGTON appear, "And all was light." Against his country's foes The patriot hero rose, Auspicious hour! Cloath'd with heav'n's vengeance he Crush'd galling Tyranny, And set his country free From lawless pow'r. To hail his Natal Day, Then rais'd the vocal lay, With joy sincere: Be every cheek bedew'd With tears of gratitude, To him the great, the good, Whom kings revere! Great sire of freedom, hail! Thy virtues shall prevail, And crush thy foes: Though demagogues combine, Envy and malice join, To tear the wreaths that twine Thy sacred brows. Hence! ev'ry tongue profane, Whose sland'rous zeal would stain Thy spotless fame: Dazzled by worth so bright, Let baneful party spite Forever shun the light, O'erwhelmed with shame. Thy fame illustrious sage, Shall last through every age, Thy deeds have won: Thy trophies shall remain, Unsullied with a stain, In freedom's sacred fane, 'Till time is done. Call'd by the public voice, A free and graceful choice, To guard the states: Lo! where the sage presides, True policy abides, Consummate wisdom guides The high debates. But, lo! the chief retires- No vain ambition fires His generous breast- Resigns sublimely great, His presidential seat, And shuns the toils of State For peace and rest. To hail his natal day, Then rais'd the vocal lay- Let joy preside: May heav'n's best gifts descend, Long happiness attend, On him the people's friend, COLUMBIA'S PRIDE.